The Power of Simple Reminders

I say it often—through my chapters, my book, and in my talks—because it matters that much to me. It’s not just a phrase I share with others; it’s a reminder I return to myself again and again.

And still, even I wander off my path from time to time.

There are moments when I find myself moving aimlessly, disconnected from the very passion I once spoke about with certainty and fire. When that happens, I try to return to those moments when I gave this advice so freely to someone else. I ask myself: What was I thinking then? What did I know in my heart at that time? And how can I take my own advice now?

Accepting and practicing our own advice is often one of the hardest things we’re asked to do.

When we speak from experience—whether from a journey we’ve already walked or one we’re still navigating—we know our words carry truth. That advice didn’t come from theory; it came from lived moments, lessons learned, and courage summoned in difficult seasons. So why is it so hard to apply it to ourselves?

Fear. Comfort. Doubt. Timing. Sometimes it’s simply exhaustion.

Somewhere along the way, we start negotiating with our dreams. We tell ourselves we’ll return to them later, when life is quieter, when we’re more certain, when the risks feel smaller. But the truth is, the things that set our souls on fire rarely arrive without discomfort.

So the real question becomes:
What is keeping us from taking our own advice?

And even more personally—what is keeping you from doing the things that set your soul on fire?

Sometimes the reminder we need isn’t new wisdom, but the courage to listen to what we already know.

Every direction I turned tonight revealed a different view of the spectacular sky. With each turn, something new appeared—colors shifting, light changing, beauty unfolding in ways I hadn’t noticed moments before. Every angle offered a fresh perspective.

I’ve always loved seeing things from different vantage points. Different views. Different interpretations. Different ways of understanding the same moment. Standing there, watching the sky transform, it reminded me of life itself—and of the deep appreciation I hold for people who see the world differently than I do.

Can you imagine how boring life would be if we all looked the same, shared the same opinions, or thought in identical ways?

Our differences are not something to tolerate; they are something to celebrate. They add depth, texture, and meaning to our shared experience.

As you look at the beauty in these images, let them be a reminder to look for that same beauty in others—to honor their perspectives, their uniqueness, and the way they view the world through their own lens.

Recurring negative thoughts can really sap your energy, more than you might realize. They can weigh you down, cloud your judgment, and make it tough to move forward.

In my book, Finding Your Truest You, I dedicate a whole chapter to “Unlearning Negative Mindsets,” which I affectionately refer to as stinkin’ thinkin’.

The secret to letting go of these thoughts is pretty straightforward in theory, but it does take some practice:

 ✨Reframe your thoughts—try to see things from a different angle.

 ✨Tune out the noise that doesn’t help you.

 ✨Make it a point to focus on something positive every single day.

By sticking to this routine, you carve out space for peace and clarity. You stop battling the same thoughts in your head and start directing your energy toward what really matters.

Letting go of those pesky negative thoughts isn’t just a mental cleanup—it’s a bold act of self-care that revitalizes both your energy and your focus.

Do you have faith in the incredible strength of human resilience? Is there a subtle, unwavering force that empowers ordinary individuals like you and me to overcome past regrets and mistakes? I’m not referring to those who have committed irredeemable acts. I’m talking about individuals who simply wish they could revisit and alter certain moments in their lives.

 Maybe they have reacted in anger… 

 Maybe they spoke impulsively… 

 Maybe they exited when they should have remained… Or remained when they should have exited. 

People who reflect on their previous choices and think, “If only I had known then what I know now.” 

Do you believe these individuals can undergo a significant transformation? That they are capable of changing their behavior, healing old wounds, discovering new purpose, and embracing a version of themselves they once thought was unattainable? 

I certainly do – I have faith that growth is genuine, and that self-awareness can transform an entire life. I believe that resilience can convert suffering into insight, and that transformation is not limited to the extraordinary, it is accessible to anyone courageous enough to face their truth and make different choices. 

So I ask you once more, “Do you believe in transformation?”

As this year comes to a close, I am consciously releasing the things I tried so hard to control and placing them back into prayer—where they were never meant to rest solely on my shoulders. The unanswered questions. The open endings. The quiet worries that lingered in the background. The weight I was never meant to carry alone.

This season has taught me that not everything is solved through effort or explanation. Some things require patience. Some require faith. And some are only revealed when we loosen our grip and allow space for clarity to arrive in its own time. There is a deep peace that comes from acknowledging that I don’t need to have everything figured out to move forward.

As I step into the new year, I am choosing to listen more closely to my intuition and trust the gentle nudges that guide me. I am learning to move with intention instead of urgency, and to rest in the belief that what is meant for me will not miss me. It will arrive in its own sacred timing—whole, aligned, and right on time.

This new chapter is not about striving harder or proving anything. It is about trusting more deeply, staying open, and becoming who I am meant to be—one surrendered step at a time.

Life has a funny way of putting us to the test. And when it did, the inner strength that kept me moving forward wasn’t just confidence or certainty—it was self-trust.

There were times when I had no clue how things would turn out, when the road ahead felt strange and the ground beneath me seemed to shift. What kept me going wasn’t the absence of fear, but a quiet belief that I would find my way—and that God would always be by my side.

Even if I stumbled, I made a promise to myself: I wouldn’t abandon myself. I learned to tune in to my own feelings instead of looking outward for permission or reassurance.

That strength showed up as resilience, sure—but also as compassion. I allowed myself to take things slow. I let grief and hope exist side by side. I kept choosing the next right step instead of demanding to see the whole journey.

Self-trust meant believing I could adapt, learn, and grow—even when everything seemed to fall apart. It meant listening to my intuition when logic ran dry. It meant staying open, not hardening myself against what I’d been through.

Life tested me, and what I found was this:
I don’t need to be fearless to move forward.
I just need to trust that God will guide me through whatever comes next.